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Crazy Eyes
Posted by: | CommentsYou might not know this, but my eyes are TERRIBLE. I mean, most people know that I wear contacts. But most have NO IDEA how terrible my eyes really are. For instance, when I go to bed, I can’t see the alarm clock. The alarm clock that is about twelve inches from my head.
I have some other issues, too. I have very high pressure in my eyes. In fact, I am just on the borderline of having glaucoma. Now, the doc said that I have ‘thick corneas,’ which means that my gold ol’ eyeballs can withstand that pressure. Everything else looks pretty hunky dory. I’m just telling my eyeballs that they need to hang in there for another 50 years or so.
A long time ago, when I was in my early twenties, I went to a different eye doctor. The pressure was high in my eyes back then, too. I’m pretty easy going when I’m at the doctor, and I joke around a lot. I guess that made him comfortable, and he asked me if I ever smoked. Not cigarettes. I told him that I had dabbled a bit, but I didn’t do that on a regular basis. (I WAS in my twenties, you know). I told this story to my current eye doctor. He laughed and said “Well, it would lower your pressure.”
Hmmmmm
So, I asked, “Are you saying that if I lived in California, I could get a prescription for medical marijuana?” He told me that yes, I probably could.
Isn’t that an interesting little tidbit to know? Don’t worry…I’m not packing up. I’m staying right here in the ‘Burgh. I’ll take Islay’s chipped ham, Primanti sandwiches and the Steelers over a big fat doobie any day.
Shit Other People’s Kids Ruined
Posted by: | CommentsIf you haven’t checked out the site Shit My Kids Ruined, go and do it. Right now. I love this site! For many reasons. First off, it makes me feel better about MY kids. They haven’t ruined that much shit. Especially in one fail swoop. Yeah, they ruined my couch, but it took them years to do it. You have to feel bad for all the people who posted pictures. And, of course, because I’m writing this right now, one of my kids will probably destroy one of my prized possessions. I’ve chosen some of my favorites:
If you click on the pictures, you can see the little story that goes with it on ShitMyKidsRuined.com. That’s your little Saturday treat 
Short Stuff
Posted by: | CommentsChloe always cracks me up. The way her little brain works is just, well, funny. Sunday afternoon we were talking about our trip to Disney. I figured it was time to get out the tape measure to see what rides the kids could get on. First, we did it without shoes. Becca was about 44 1/2 inches and Chloe’s came out to about 42 1/2. Space Mountain and some other cool rides have a height requirement of 44 inches. (I secretly also wanted to see if Becca could get on the Racer this year…46 inches…sssshhhhh). So, I sent them to go and get their tennis shoes. I advised, “Get the tennis shoes with the biggest bottom, that will make you the tallest.”
Nobody listened to me.
Becca came down with her iCarly shoes. They give her about a half an inch. I sent her to get her other shoes. Chloe?
She came into the family room wearing roller skates.
As Tony and I suppressed our laughter, I asked her, “Don’t you think it will be hard to get around Disney World with roller skates on?” She told me that it would be, “no problem.”
HA!
Well, I got her tennis shoes on her and we measured. There was (obviously) a lot of commotion and laughter going on between the two measurements. Tony looked at the number. 41 1/2 inches. Sorry Chloe. She walked away
“Wait.” I said. ”Wasn’t she taller before the shoes?” As Tony and I argued whether or not she was, I just told her to come back and get measured again.
44 inches exactly.
I asked, “Chloe, why were you shorter before?”
She had a big old case of bent knees. What was she thinking? I have absolutely NO IDEA. Maybe she really DID want to wear the roller skates.
A Store For Giants
Posted by: | CommentsChloe and I went to Costco today. I’m sure you can already see where this title is going. We needed some groceries, but not a ton. We ended up with 54 rice crispy treats, milk, half and half, a gigantic container of strawberries, cashews and some other stuff. All food (except for the ‘Home Defense’ bug spray. What a deal. A gigantic container for only 8 bucks). I don’t go to Costco all that often. Why? Because I end up walking out with food, a new book, a video game, and other stuff that I THINK I need.
As we were walking through the bakery (because I told Chloe she could get cookies), we browsed. Have you seen the Costco cupcakes? They are gigantic! I mean, they have to be three times the size of a normal cupcake. Chloe then asked me if the food in there is made for REALLY big people. Yup, I guess so. I do have to say, though, that I DIDN’T buy the coconut cream pie because it was just too damn big. And I would have to eat the entire thing.
We paid for our groceries, and stopped to buy our customary churro. As we were driving home, Chloe talked to me about what she did in school today. They were talking about weather. She said “Mom. Weather is either a tiger or a sheep.”
:::huh?:::
OOOHHHHHHH, you mean either a lion or a lamb? OK, I get it.
By the way, today got a lamb
The Shit’s Gettin’ Deep
Posted by: | CommentsI’ve had a shitty week.
Literally.
Lemmie tell ya about it. It all started the day after Thanksgiving. After Chloe made three trips to the bathroom within about a half an hour, and then told me that it hurt when she peed, we headed off to the pediatrician. Right away. Because it was Friday. And I learned my lesson about the emergency room a while ago. Avoid it if you can.
The pediatrician prescribed her an antibiotic. Then she asked a few questions about why she might have a uti. Long story short, Chloe’s…um…plumbing has never really flowed freely. To be blunt, both of my kids poop rabbit turds. They’ve never complained about it, and they’ve never struggled. That’s just how it’s been. The doc suggested that I put Chloe on a mild laxative (mirolax) to get her moving. I guess a bunch of back up could cause a uti. (just a little aside here…it’s funny how much you talk about poop once you become a parent. I mean, mostly when they’re in diapers and potty training. I don’t talk about poop all that much any more. But, to me, talking about poop is sort of like talking about any normal subject, like taxes).
So, after three days or so it all sort of kicked in. Chloe’s a rookie at the whole ‘wiping until you’re clean’ thing, because one swift wipe normally worked with her. So, I’ve been helping her wipe. And that’s poop story number one.
Remember our cutie patootie dog, Rex? Well, I’m not sure what he may have gotten into…or if he caught a bug…but here’s how story number two went: Tuesday night I went to sleep early. Tuesday is Tony’s early night, so he was up with the dog, but I’m not quite sure what time he came to bed. Tony set Rex all up in his crate with his girlfriend and a cushion so he would be more comfortable. When I woke up at 6:30 in the morning, I headed into the bathroom to start getting ready. I heard Rex crying downstairs. He had pooped twice in his cage (and that’s not like him at all). And no, this wasn’t an easy clean up kind of poop. It was very similar to the mirolax-induced poop. I tossed the dog outside and started cleaning poop. Soft things (including a kitchen rug) into the washing machine, cleaning out the tray of his crate. I realized that he needed cleaned also. Got him in the sink, soaped him up and sprayed him down. This was all before my coffee. I make that coffee and realize that I missed some spots. Mostly on Rex. So, he ended up with a bubble bath. I missed spots in the crate. Ugh. I still had to get everybody ready for school and me off to the gym. I made it, but it really was a shitty morning.
What, you say?!?!? There can’t possibly be another poop story in the same week!
Oh, but there is.
Story number three didn’t really involve me too much. Because BOTH of the girls have the same sort of poop going on, I thought it might not be a bad idea to give Becca some of that mirolax, too. Well, Thursday afternoon I got a call from the school nurse. Seems Becca had a little accident in math class and had to change her pants and undies. It wasn’t as terrible as it could have been, it was really just a small bit. The nurse warned me that I needed to give my attention to a bag of clothes in Becca’s backpack as soon as she got home Becca told me that the kids are not allowed to ask to go to the restroom during math class (which I can understand…I can see ALL the kids who hate math having to use the restroom during math class). Becca, always a stickler for the rules at school, tried to wait it out. But just couldn’t. She didn’t really make too big of a deal out of the incident. I thought for sure she would be scarred for life. But it seems she was pretty discrete about the whole thing.
So, I’m happy that this poopy week is just about over. And just as an update for anybody who cares…I’m doing great with the non-smoking thing (a did have a small breakdown, but rebounded nicely the next morning) and I’ve still been going to the gym every day.
Now I’m just waiting for the weight to start coming off so I can show off my future rock hard abs 
(sarcasm…did you hear the sarcasm?)
